“How you rate love by just looking at somebody?” Day asked, amused.
Stassi shrugged, and her eyes danced around the restaurant.
“The couple in the corner, for instance,” Stassi said, leaning close to the flame of the candle in the center of the table so that he could hear her whisper. “They’re so sterile. Like they’re barely talking. The guy is on his phone, and she’s sitting with her hand on her cheek like she’s bored. They’re definitely like a four on the in love meter.”
Day chuckled and frowned as he paid attention to the other couple. “Yo, you might be right. He typing fast as hell on that phone. He probably texting his side bitch, right now,” Day replied.
He nodded behind her. “What about them?”
“Look at their feet. Her shoes are off, and she’s warming her toes against his leg, and he isn’t turned off. They’re very much in love,” Stassi said.
“So what about us?” Day asked.
“Well, we look like the nervous first date couple,” she said. “I’m talking too much, and you’re not talking enough, and it’s super new because we’re on opposite sides of the table. We don’t know if there will be a date two yet.”
Day stood and placed the napkin that was on his lap on the table. He slid into her side of the booth, placing one arm behind her. He leaned in to whisper in her ear.
“What about now?” He asked as he kissed her neck softly.
“We look like we’re infatuated with one another and…”
BUZZZZZZZZ
Stassi jumped and gasped as Day hit the button to the vibrator in her panties.
“Keep talking, Stass,” he said, whispering in her ear. “Date two? We look like we fucking with each other enough to try this again?”
“Day, wait,” she whispered, chest rising and falling as the vibrator annihilated her clit. “You got to turn it down.”
“What kind of couple we look like? Where we falling on that scale, li’l baby?”
He turned her face with one finger and took her lips, kissing her deeply.
She moaned as he hit the button again. The frequency of the vibration changed. She bit into his bottom lip.
“A seven. We look,” she gasped as she sucked air through clenched teeth and moaned. “We look like we’re going to fuck right here on this table if you don’t stop.”
He hit that button again, and Stassi’s foot kicked the table’s leg, causing the plates to clatter loudly. She gripped the edge of the table. “Ohhh my god!” She gripped his thigh, and he moved her hand to his dick. It was hard, and the feeling of his need made her orgasm pour. He released the button and kissed the side of her neck. “You make a nigga want to keep you around, Anastassia. Go clean yourself up.”
Stassi slid out of the booth, and weak legs carried her to the bathroom. She gripped the sink and closed her eyes when she was inside.
“This man,” she whispered.
When she heard the door open to one of the stalls, she stood up straight and washed her hands, looking nervously at the woman beside her. She was grateful when the woman left. She felt like she was see-through. Like the whole damn restaurant knew she had cum at the dinner table. Day entered the bathroom, and Stassi turned from the sink to face him.
“You can’t be in here,” she said.
“You said a seven,” Day said, frowning in the most charming way like the ranking offended him. “I’m tryna hit that ten.” He pressed the button to the panties again, and Stassi jerked, turning to the sink to grip something before her knees buckled. He crossed the room and reached around her body, unbuttoning her jeans before rolling them down her legs. He bit into her right ass cheek as he kneeled and pulled one leg completely out.
She stepped out of the other side and stood, lowering his denim just enough to pull out and access her. He let the panties stay in place in the front because the vibration drove her crazy. He simply moved the thong aside and thrust into her.
“Unnt,” she grunted as her face smashed against her own reflection. This man had her doing the nastiest shit in the most unlikely places, and she secretly loved this. He was making a whole ho out of her, and her pussy watered him. She loved the way he handled her. Not too light, but never rough enough to hurt. The way Day fucked made her want to submit.
And this goddamn vibratorrrrrr was… oh my goooddddddneessssss.
“What’s the number, Stassi?” He demanded through gritted teeth. He was pulling her hips down onto his inches so good that she felt like screaming.
“A ten, baby. God, this is a ten,” she moaned.
